Ambition {𝟙𝟛} | Marvel √

chapter twenty-four

In the empty school hallway, Peter lifted up a row of lockers off the ground, revealing a hidden space beneath. He grabbed a bottle of web fluid and lowered the lockers before throwing the bottle up in the air, and caught it again. But when he turned the corner, he almost dropped the bottle, startled to death when he found Allie standing there, arms crossed, stern look over her.

"Jesus Christ!" he quietly said, "Stop doing that!"

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Uh...what does it look like I'm doing?" he asked before gesturing to the web fluid in his hand.

"It looks like you're ditching detention," Allie said and Peter looked at her stunned, "Aren't you in enough trouble as it is?"

"How do you know I was in detention—?"

"I've been watching you," Allie said and Peter furrowed his brows.

"Why?" he asked.

"Tony asked you to watch after Emma, and he told me to watch after you," Allie said in an obvious tone while Peter looked annoyed, "Duh."

"Why would Mr. Stark ask you to look after me?" Peter asked, "I'm Spider-Man and you're... ordinary."

Allie laughed as Peter eyed her oddly. "That's a good one," she said but he rolled his eyes.

"I don't have time for this," he said before he began to walk past her. But abruptly, Allie grabbed his arm, tightly pulled it behind his arm before pushing him against the lockers. Face smushed against the metal.

He grunted, attempting to get out of her grip but found himself unable to move. How is this possible?

He squirmed when Allie took the web fluid from his hand, fiddling with it. "I can never under the science behind these things," she said, "Good thing I'm known for my fist and not as a nerd."

"How are you... what is going on?" Peter murmured against the locker.

Allie stared at him a moment before sighing to herself and letting him go. He winced, quickly facing her as he rubbed his face. He stared at her as she continued to hold the jar of web with one hand. But with her other hand, she reached up and took off her fake glasses. And he blinked, still confused.

"My name isn't Alex Rushmore," she confessed, "My real name is Alexandria Natalia Romanoff Rodgers."

Instantly, panic erupted over Peter's face. And slight embarrassment.

"Nuh-uh," he squeaked and Allie narrowed her eyes at him.

"The fuck you mean 'Nuh-uh'?" she asked.

"No, no, no," Peter quickly murmured, "You can't be Alexandria Rodgers—"

"People call me Allie—"

"Because that means... you've been her this entire time... and you listened to me ramble about her... and needing help from her... and embarrass myself in front of her... and it was you all along, and you never said anything so it can't be you," Peter rambled, "You can't be Miss America."

Allie was silent a moment before saying, "I also go by Lady Rodgers, a nickname given by Thor Odinson, but—"

"Oh, God," Peter murmured, leaning back into the lockers, "You're really her."

"Don't freak out on me, Parker," Allie sternly said, "Emma can't help you today because of a little mishap at home..." she pulled out her phone and showed Peter the articles being written about Emma and being outed by the media.